Wearing of your Flesh

psychotic eyes staring at me
the rush of dead cold blood through my veins
lose all mind control through constant death
lifeless bodies crying for children unborn
disease
lost all control of my mind
the dead are inside my soul
waiting for me to cross
they welcome me with open arms
my women
impulsive behavior
wearing flesh upon my face
kill the one upon the cross
imagination filled with screams
dreams filled with horror
your death is upon my hands